O fortuna, thou art the Lord.
Not a Saint oh dark creatura
Tell me to do thy biding,
and have no mercy on my sinful soul.
Challenge me, burn me, torture me!
For thou art the Lord,
oh Lord of Darkness and Hope,
you benevolent phantom.
Why do you keep talking oh Holy one,
and never show thy face?
Why can't I kill this God inside of me?
Hear me cry!
Absurd!
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